tan & loose

Ardor – two.

❝  After your art professor notices your ardor towards nudeness in arts, he sends you to apprentice under his old friend, the Korean painter Byun Baekhyun who’s infamous for his erotic pieces and cocky demeanor. Rumors surrounded Baekhyun at any second and women who had been with him described him as “an unforgiving lover of bodies”. What happens when you find him taking a liking to you–and your body? ❞

Reader x Painter!Baekhyun

!Smut in next chapter; mentions of nude bodies and sexuality.

one. three.

She was beautiful. Outstanding.

Completely naked, standing on top of a wooden chair, the late day sun shining through the thin curtains and the small gaps between the heavy ones, illuminating her curvy body. Albeit it looked a little unsafe for her to be standing on top of such a small chair, she wasn’t moving a single muscle, so she wasn’t falling down. You were gaping, gazing down her voluptuous body, admiring the image Baekhyun had already made with her body. Oh, how exciting to witness something that would soon be signed with the infamous painter’s name. 

The model was locked in the position Baekhyun had guided her in; her back slightly bent forward, her hands planted on her hips and her hair falling in front of her face. She acted completely oblivious when you walked into the studio with all your tools stuffed into two large bags in each hand. You clumsily bumped into a few pieces that littered the floor while walking inside, about to set up your things.

Two days ago, you had left this studio with hot eyes upon your back. He’d been so close, you’d been so hot, his breath fire as it was breathed down the skin of your face and neck. His voice and the beautiful, alluring images were possibly the only things you could recall of the incident. The question: “What had you just gotten yourself into?” It still stood, unanswered, and that had made you hesitant to return.

Nonetheless, you were back and ready to take on the challenge, unaware of what this man really had in store for you.

Baekhyun wasn’t there when you came, but a canvas empty of anything except for a few week pencil lines was placed before the woman. You didn’t say anything to the woman as you placed your bags in the furthermost corner of the room. Scratching your head, trying to hide the giddiness as well as the nervosity to see Baekhyun again, you almost didn’t notice the painter return.

“Keep still.” He commanded, tone colder than you had heard before. You froze upon his command, heart stuck in your throat and your eyes not daring to look away from the random lewd image you’d watched before he came. Then, you heard a hum. A female hum.

“He’s not talking about you, sweet cheeks.”

You weren’t sure if you were blushing or not– your cheeks were burning as you turned around. Baekhyun was staring at you, his eyes hard, a harsh 180 from his behavior two days ago, and the woman was peeking at you through her hair, taking the unawareness of Baekhyun to slip out of her pose. She was smirking.

You nodded your head in their direction, trying to play cool but failing miserably. “Hello, sorry I was just about to set up my things.”

Baekhyun was clad in a structured black blazer, only his tan collarbones underneath, loose jeans and a sleek, onyx pair of oxfords. His hair was tousled as if he had just woken up, making him look so effortlessly gorgeous. He made a noise similar to a scoff. “There’s no need. You’re taking over here.”

“I-I am?”

The woman sighed. Baekhyun frowned. “Yes, you are. Paint her. I have errands I need to run.”

You nodded, embarrassed. “A-alright.” 

“I’ll see how you do.” He mumbled before he made his way out of the studio, his footsteps echoing down the dim hallway before the outdoor was opened and then slammed shut again. You exhaled a breath of air you weren’t even aware you were holding before turning to the empty canvas and the woman. You cleared your throat, picking up the nearest pencil. The woman stretched out her back, wincing at the painful position she’d been in for several minutes now.

“You don’t have to stand in that position,” You assured her, humming. Searching the room, you found the dim light, the small sweeps of light in the room too scant; not enough. You hurried over to the large windows, taking hold of the many different cloths covering the windows. The heavy carpets, curtains; the many different patterns fell to the wooden floor with a loud ‘bump’. The sun streamed out into the whole room, giving prominence to the layer of dust in the air.

Running over to your bags in the corner, you fished out a small piece of chalk, walking back to the model, directing her into a seating position on the floor close to the windows. You mark her spot with a white ‘x’, smiling down at her, receiving an odd look in response.

“You’re different,” She hums. “Baekhyun doesn’t like a lot of light. If you’re trying to woo him, you’re going in the wrong direction.”

You cock an eyebrow, moving back behind the weasel to sketch the outline of the woman as she sat on the floor, planting her palms on the floor and leaning back on her arms. You gestured for her to lie her head back, and act as if she’s enjoying the warm light. “Woo him?” You mutter, eyes fixing between the canvas, the tip of your pencil and her. 

“Don’t act stupid, sweetcheeks. Seduce him, bed him, fuck him–”

The rage bubbled inside you so quickly, you weren’t fast enough to stop yourself;

“Hey,” You snap, gaining the woman’s full attention. “I’m not the one completely naked in his house. I’m not here to seduce him, I’m simply his apprentice. I’m here to learn.”

The woman smirked. “Fine, fine. You’ll probably end up underneath him either way, that’s just the way he is. A player. A cold player.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You wouldn’t know; it wasn’t anything new, the rumors about him originated back to his very first piece that got any attention from the community, but you didn’t know him personally yet. This woman, however, seemed to have some knowledge about him. And suddenly, the thought of this woman underneath Baekhyun stung inside your chest. With a jolt, you tried to swallow the sting you could only identify as ‘jealousy’. You couldn’t go around and get attached. 

“He’s got this obsession over bodies, too. But by the looks of it,” She chuckled. “you do too.”

You shook your head, cheeks flushing. “It’s just a preference.” You weakly argued. “An interest. Just like some people prefer painting landscapes and portraits, I like… nude bodies.”

“Hm, whatever you say, sweet cheeks.”

It must’ve been hours later; the sun was gone and the air of the old house was getting chiller and chiller. It was the woman’s irritated voice that finally pulled you out of your concentrated daze. Her skin was covered by goosebumps and only then did you realize really how cold it really had become.

“That’s enough for today,” She grumbled, helping herself off the floor and reaching for her clothes. You panicked, the image in your head fading quickly. “Please, not so fast! I’ll pay you to stay longer.”

The woman frowned, sighing tiredly, before finally giving you a small smile. “It’s late. I get that you’re into it right now, but the light’s all gone anyway.”

“I have it in my mind, I remember the colors and everything.” You argued but the woman just shook her head, put on her clothing and walked out of the studio, leaving you alone. Glancing around you, you found the thousands of eyes, directed at you, the naked bodies eerie for the first time and hurried to grab your things and go. A quick check on your wrist, you were shocked to realize that it was almost eleven pm– you should have been home five hours ago. 

You hummed in understanding. No wonder the model was annoyed.

With a sigh yourself, you picked up both bags and hurried out of the dark, empty studio. What normally brought you joy, inspiration, and desire; the beauty of the naked body, was ghostly and made you uncomfortable. You tried to swallow down the disappointment of not spending time with Baekhyun– you’d been too caught up with the piece to really spend even a second thinking about him and what he had said;

“The sun is hitting your back so delicately, it adorns your body. An angel. That’s what you look like.”

“Are you nervous? Hm, the light here enhances your curves, I bet you know how amazing that look, don’t you?”

But now, you were free, and your mind unoccupied. Unoccupied to be occupied.

Although the rumors were the most obvious warning sign, you couldn’t help but fall for his mysterious aura. His alluring, cold eyes. “Stupid,” You light slapped your own head. “you’ve met the man twice and you’re already thinking about him like tha…”

The words died on your tongue when you looked up from the old dark wooden planks, up into the dark wooden eyes of Baekhyun. There was a clump in your throat and your heart raced with panic; he had heard you, hadn’t he? Judging from the wide, bewitching smirk adorning his face – he most definitely had. 

A single second of silence passed; a single second for you to drop your bags to the floor and him to fill the distance between the two of you. He grabbed your chin with his hand, the other sneaking around your waist to hug you close to his muscular chest before he locked his lips with yours - hard

You moaned out loud, only for your sounds to be swallowed by his eager lips. His hands were tight, passionate around your body, holding you tightly against him. You were getting lightheaded with the lack of air, still, you never wanted this to end. 

Your heart was beating high in your chest, your cheeks blazing, your hands were fisting his blazer. Exhales, moans, and whimpers escaped your lips, seemingly adding energy to Baekhyun’s touches. He had you moving backward, and you were pinned to the wall when a loud knock sounded on the door. Baekhyun didn’t stop kissing you, his lips left yours and followed the skin down over your jaw to your neck. He ran his tongue over the sensitive skin there, triggering small gasps from your mouth. 

Another loud knock forcefully dragged you out of your little bubble, and you tugged at his blazer, trying to pull him off your neck. “Baekhyun,” You gasped. “Mr. Byun, there’s someone - ah - at the door.”

Baekhyun placed one, two more kisses at your jaw before slowly moving off your body, leaving you panting against the wall, abdomen tingling with lust. He paraded across the floor, grabbed the handle of the door before swinging it open. The person on the other side was another beautiful woman; hair gracing her bare shoulders and slender body adorned in a little, tight black dress. She was wearing a pair of high heels and she had diamonds hanging in her ears. The cold wind from outside swept over the three of you, and suddenly you felt completely abandoned.

Baekhyun turned slowly to you. “It’s late, you should leave. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hurriedly dismissed you; his cold words even more numbing than the fall breeze. You wanted to cry of disappointment, his kisses were still wet on your skin, your lips, but you bit your tongue, throwing your eyes to the floor. The woman had an unreadable expression, you didn’t know if she was smug or annoyed. Sighing, you nodded and picked your bags back up. You passed the mysterious woman by the threshold and flinched when the door was slammed shut behind you. 

The woman was gone inside, and so was Baekhyun. You felt used, then thrown away; his kisses flew off your skin with the bitter gust and you scolded yourself for giving into your desires. It had only made you more dissatisfied. You knew you’d end up like another one night stand, you knew you’d never mean more to him. 

Still, something deep inside you continued to convince yourself otherwise.


etsyfindoftheday 3 | 4.12.17

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That Party Feeling - Jeff Atkins

You are not a party person. One night, when Jeff Atkins makes you attend one, that changes. One silly party game changes everything.

 (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader) (2842 words)

Originally posted by wkom

“I don’t know Jeff, it just isn’t really my thing.” Jeff shook his head, eyes still on the road. He was driving you home, like he always did after school. It became second nature for him to find you at your locker and drag you out to his car, insisting to drive you. His kindness was one of the many perks of being friends with Jeff Atkins. However, his affinity for attending parties was a downside. You didn’t enjoy the noise or the people, but Jeff seemed to live off of it.

“C’mon Y/N, it’s going to be awesome. Jessica Davis is hosting too,” he said it like the fact a known-party girl was hosting was a rarity. You rolled your eyes as Jeff turned onto your street.

“I just, I don’t know,” you said quietly. Jeff pulled the car into the driveway of your house, parking it at the top. He shut off the car and turned in his seat to look you in the eyes.

“Okay, Professor ‘I Don’t Know’,” you laughed at his words, “I will be right here, in your driveway, at eight at night ready to pick you up.” He smiled at you sweetly, trying to win you over. If it wasn’t for the way his eyes sparkled when they looked at you, you’ve remained silent.You threw your hands in the air, in dramatic defeat.

“Fine, I’ll be ready.” Jeff laughed as you opened the car door and grabbed your bag. “I’ll see you at eight,” you said and shut the door. He watched as you walked up your porch and opened your front door when you heard Jeff yell.

“Dress to impress!” You turned around and gave Jeff the finger, causing him to laugh as he pulled out of the driveway. You watched as he car traveled down the street, biting your bottom lip as you did. Jeff Atkins was your friend, so why did you feel butterflies tickling your tummy at the thought of going with him to a cliche, High School party?

       “Y/N, Jeff is here! Are you going-” As you walked into your mother’s line of sight, her speech trailed off. You weren’t totally dressed up; you had just thrown on an outfit you knew Jeff liked. His hold on you, had shaped the way you acted. Jeff wasn’t your friend because he wanted you to change, he was your friend because you were who you were. But you couldn’t help but try to hint that you wanted more than friendship to bloom between the two of you.

      “You look great Y/N/N,” your mother said. You nodded a thanks to her as you walked towards the door.

      “I’ll be back around ten, no later. I’ll text you if something comes up.” You spoke as you as you put on your jacket.

     “Alright,” you mom said, “have fun. Not too much fun!” You smiled as you walked out of the door and out onto the porch. You saw Jeff rummaging around in his seat, as if looking for something. When he looked up at you, you almost giggled at his expression. Even through the window, you could see that bright, dumb smile. You walked over to the passenger side door, popping inside once you opened it. You buckled quickly, not looking at Jeff as you did. When you did look at him, you found that he was already staring at you.

   “You look,” he raised his hand in the air and tried to formulate the words he was looking for in the air.

     “Wow, thanks Atkins,” you teased and Jeff chuckled. He looked down to his lap and then back up at you, as if he couldn’t believe something. Another long moment passed until you spoke up.

      “So are we going or?” Jeff blushed and put the car in reverse. Seconds later, you were on your way to a night you would remember forever.

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exile-wrath  asked:



His Imperial Highness Crown Prince Yuuri Katsuki of Japan is floating.

He’s not sure exactly what Minako had put into his tea. His housekeeper (minder, Yuuri thinks vaguely) had sworn it was a tonic for his nerves, but it tastes like alcohol and it burns through him like alcohol, and maybe he’d wrested an entire bottle of whiskey from her because there is a Jack Daniels bottle discarded at the foot of his bed. And at some point he’d given up on a teacup.

He wants out of this stuffy hotel room, wants to drink in the night lights of the city below. His Eastern European diplomatic tour had taken him from Moscow to Saint Petersburg, and from there he’d eventually go on to the Ukraine, Romania, Bulgaria, and a list of other countries and cities that he can’t be arsed to remember right now. It’d been nothing but meetings and greetings, hand-shaking and ribbon cutting and baby kissing until his lips felt chapped and his fingers ached. The only time he’s had to himself were the ten-minute respites driving from location A to location B, and these lonely nights in penthouse suites of fancy hotels in the heart of cities he was never meant to explore as an ordinary person.

His penthouse suite has access to the roof. Yuuri stumbles along, telling the bodyguards that he needs some air. He can hear them following at a distance, though, as he climbs the stairwell up to the roof of this grand hotel.

Out on the roof, Saint Petersburg spreads out below him, a brisk sea breeze blowing wildly as he breathes in the night air. His hair stirs in the wind; it’s getting a bit long, but he hasn’t had the heart to cut it in a while. Below him the bright glow of streetlights accentuate the cars speeding along the streets, accompanied by buses and trams. Yuuri longs to be one of those people on the streets, driving the cars, sitting on the trams. Ordinary, easily lost in a crowd.

Instead, he shivers in his t-shirt and sweats, his hands gripping at the railing of the roof as he looks out at the distant green-blue dome of a cathedral lit in the night, and all the surrounding elegant buildings that feel like bars in an elegant gilded cage. He needs just a day off. One day without people shepherding him into place and speeches about ‘peace and prosperity’ and ‘fostering good relations between Japan and Russia’. He has lunch with President Baranovskaya tomorrow, a tour of the new Mitsubishi plant on the outskirts of the city, a meet and greet with the press corps. And yet just the thought of each of these things makes him want to scream.

He sways slightly on his feet, and then he notices the staff stairwell on the other side of the roof, and he has an idea.

Viktor Nikiforov is late on his story for the History Maker gossip tabloid, and based on the near-emptiness of his bottle of vodka, he knows that fairly well.

The problem is, this is his only bottle and it’s not nearly enough. So he puts on a light coat, nearly tripping over the slumbering form of his poodle Makkachin on his way out his apartment.

Just down to the corner store for another bottle. Not even a big bottle. He just needs to be the right amount of buzzed for this article to get out of him. Never mind the fact that when he started out in journalism he hadn’t needed to drink to do his damn job.

(Never mind the fact that when he started out, he had been writing for publications of actual repute. But that’s neither here nor there.)

Once he reaches the bottom landing, however, just nipping down for a bottle and then returning to his apartment of solitude suddenly feels like a terrible idea. With the sudden urge to take a walk along the embankment of the Fontana burning brightly in his mind, he rushes back up to his flat to wake his poodle, clipping on Makkachin’s leash and leading him out the door.

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I don’t know why, but I imagined Merle in a different, often goofy outfit, every time he met with John, so I have to share the visuals that kept popping up:

• Surfer dude with a farmer tan, and his loose tanktop says “Life’s a beach”.

• Radical 90s Fresh, complete with sunglasses and backwards hat. Shirt says “cool dude”.

• 60s with an epic flower crown, beads in his beard, and his shirt just says something super bland like “yeah” in cursive-like font.

• Mad Max, but a shirt that says “lovely day” & its bright pink.

• Zoot Suit, and a black eye.

• By this point, my brain started plugging in every fandom - I think you can see where it’s going.

Seriously, the possibilities are endless, and I am laughing myself to tears over here, so I am throwing this madness into the fandom.

Poolside- 1

Originally posted by wonhontology

Son Hyunwoo

word count: 2067

Your parents had always been the type to spend money. They would always rather pay someone to do their work instead of get their hands dirty. Yes, it resulted in beautiful landscaping, beautiful décor, and cleanliness but it always irked you in a way you couldn’t understand. Until Son Hyunwoo.

🎧 Young God- Halsey

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HIGHLY REQUESTED: Part two of “The Ultimate Mistake”

I could feel his presence before I could see him, every inch of my body standing straight at attention as his familiar ‘Versace’ cologne tickled my nose, waiting for any form of recognition from the boy it had learned to crave, for the touch it yearned for. He was standing directly behind me, his soft warm breath tickling the back of my tanned neck, brushing loose strands of hair over the flowers inked into the delicate skin. “I know you said you didn’t want to talk,” he began, my body shivering at the sound of his voice as I kept my eyes glued to the music video set before me, begging myself not to turn around. “So I’ll talk, you can listen.”

The pain in his voice shatters my heart into smithereens, the feeling like a knife being stabbed into my gut, twisting to make me feel the guilt I’ve been trying so hard to ignore. He hit me. He hurt me. And yet I feel like I’m the one who should be apologizing, the effect he’s always had on me. Despite my better judgement, I turn, my eyes landing on his golden orbs of emotion and I immediately want to break down into tears. “You haven’t been sleeping.” I state quietly, my gaze studying the dark bags that were almost impossible to notice if I wasn’t studying everything about him.

Justin nods his head as my left hand reaches up, my hand holding his cheek as my thumb traces softly under my favorite feature of his, wishing a single swipe of my finger could take away the imperfection that had been put there because of me. “There’s been a lot on my mind,” Justin trails off, his eyes avoiding mine as I quickly drop my hand from his face, realizing what I’m doing. No. He doesn’t get to get away with this that easily. I lick my lips playing with the bandana on the top of my head as I study the rest of his appearance, noting the intense shake of his hands and the constant fidgeting as he stands in front of me dressed in his music video outfit. “Sleeping hasn’t seemed important.” He continues softly, taking a step closer to me as if he doesn’t want anyone else to hear.

“You’re shaking.” I say, realizing his usual anxiety meds that I make sure he takes with his morning coffee hasn’t been in his system for days.

“No shit,” Justin spits, agitated as he runs his hand over the top of his head, letting out a huff of air. His words don’t catch me off guard like they used to, when his anxiety takes over, there’s a new side to Justin not even his mother knows. The words fill the space between us and i roll my eyes, annoyed at his childish outburst as his eyes fill with regret. It’s always the same game. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. I’m just, I don’t know, I just, I miss you Y/N.” His response makes me push him away from me by the stomach, standing up from the barstool and walking away from the day that was suppose to be a day to get away from the Justin drama.

“Yo, JB, what the fuck man?” I hear Quavo yell as I push past the cast and crew of the music video, heading for the gate that will lead me to the outside. I just need to breathe, I need to be alone. From behind me Justin is yelling my name, calling for me to turn around, to come talk to him, but the thought of facing someone that cares so little about me makes my blood boil in anger.

Finally breaking through the gate I slip the red and white pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of my skin tight blue jeans, already flicking the cheetah print covered bic lighter and lighting the end of the orange and white stick, loving the feeling of the familiar taste soaking down my throat as i inhale deeply. “You’re smoking again?” Justin asks, coming up next to me as I feel a tear fall down my right cheek. I snatch my arm away from his grip as he tries to take the cigarette from between my manicured fingers. “Give it to me, Y/N.”

“Or what? You’ll hit me again?” I spit, my eyes staring into his, both of us filled with anger. “Fuck off, Justin. You lost any bit of control you had on me the moment you gave me a black eye.” I continued, remembering how I wore dark sunglasses for the first 3 weeks to cover the bruise. I put the cigarette to my lips, taking another drag as Justin inches closer to me, so close that when I exhale, i carelessly release the smoke into his face, knowing it will fuel his fire. “You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch.” Justin says, so calmly as if it’s the easiest thing for him to say. “What?” He smirks, when my jaw falls slightly in shock. “I thought we were stating facts.” Before I know what I’m doing, my right hand is dropping the cigarette to the ground and connecting with the side of his face, the sound echoing throughout the empty parking lot. Justin nods his head, his jaw tightening as a red hand print starts to form on his face.

Tears leak from my eyes as Justin checks for blood in the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. “Stay away from me.” I retort, pushing past Justin, my shoulder bumping into his. I get only a few steps before his grip is on my wrist, roughly turning me around to face him.

“What do you want, huh? Tell me what you want.” He yells as I cry mercilessly, trying to pull my wrist from his hand. “Tell me what you need me to do. Tell me what I need to say for this to all go away.” Justin knew that I wasn’t upset with being hit, although it was the biggest mistake he could have made, he knew, as stupid as it was, my love for him was much greater.

“I want you to love me!” I scream, louder then i wanted it to be. “I want you to treat me the way you treat, Selena. I want you to think more of me then the scum on the bottom of your shoe.” I cry, as Justin slowly let’s go of my wrist, his eyes searching mine. “I want to not feel like I need you to breathe, but I do don’t I? You are so far under my skin, I don’t know what it means to live without you.”

Justin’s places his hands on both sides of my face, his forehead dropping onto mine. “I love you,” Justin says, so softly i almost didn’t hear him. “You mean more then you could ever imagine to me, I’ve been a mess without you. But as much as I love you, I still love her.” My heart falls into my stomach as he makes his choice, I was stupid. He would always pick her. “I love her, but I can’t lose you.”

“Fuck. You.” I finally whisper, shaking my head as I back away from Justin. Realizing he doesn’t care, he never cared, so why should I? “I’ll never be enough, huh? I’ll never be like her, so what’s the point? Why even try?” The tears fall harder from my eyes as I watch Justin, yet again, stand and do nothing but watch as I fall from his grip. “When the anxiety is too much, don’t call me. When Scooter’s on your case, don’t call me. When you need a good fuck, don’t call me. You know what, just don’t call me, k, ever again. Everyone was right about you. You are the prick of pop music.”


Originally posted by evilbjork

Sorry for the delay! I’ve been on a damn quest, an adventure…an epic journey to get to my current location and I am finally here and part three is edited!! Just to let you know, the longer I take editing-the better these parts will come out. haha. Anywhoha, enjoy! :)  

Nessian Part Three by L.J. LaFleur 

“You stole something precious. Something sacred,” his gravelly voice made my skin crawl with bumps. Darkness surrounded me, blocking my view but I knew that voice. We had only come face-to-face a couple of times yet he was forever burned into my memory…my nightmares.

I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, tiny hairs pulling away from me. “You’re dead,” I shuddered, turning only to face nothing but an unending black pit. “I took off your head. I watched you die.” I almost stuttered, not out of complete fear, but outrage. I killed him, I twisted and twisted until his head popped off. It was a nightmare that I couldn’t outrun, bloody hands that I couldn’t get clean.

Hybern’s unnerving laughter echoed around me, I couldn’t tell where he positioned himself. “Nesta Archeon, the Cauldron thief.” Spit left his lips-hitting me on my neck. The smell of rot made my nose wrinkle with distaste. “The cauldron wants your gift back. It wants more than what you received and what you stole, it wants you.”

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Never Letting You Go

Human!Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 757

Warnings: mentions of hospital/surgery, very slight angst, fluff.

A/N: This is a little something I thought up today while sitting in bed, staring at my cast. 3 days post surgery! I blame the strong painkillers for this. You can probably tell that I have a thing for Human!Cas. It’s just a thing. I wrote this mainly for me, but I hope you enjoy it too. :)

(Not My GIF)

Cas paced in the waiting room as he watched your tracking number on the screen. 776107 Entering Post-Op. He stormed up to the receptionist, slamming his hands onto the counter.

“How is Y/N, is she okay? When can I see her?” Before the receptionist could answer, Dean gripped Cas’s shoulder and turned him around.

“Cas, relax. She probably just waking up from anesthesia. They’ll let us go back there as soon as she’s awake. She’s probably fine.” Dean slowly turned the former angel back towards his seat, politely nodding at the receptionist as he walked away. “Dude, Cas, you need to calm down. I’m sure Y/N did perfectly.”

Cas nodded as he plopped into the chair beside Sam, who sat scrunched in the tiny hospital chair. The three men shot their gaze towards the door as a nurse emerged with a clipboard. “Family of Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Cas shot up the moment the words left the nurse’s lips. The blue-eyed man rushed for the door, leaving the brothers in his wake.

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etsyfindoftheday 3 | 4.17.17

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A/N: bro, YOUDONTUNDERSTAND i am so emo right now. I can’t tell you how much I was/am struggling so Annie advised to write it out. lol it’s funny because I just want to koala spoon Jongin so badly i feel like I might cry, but you can blame hormones for that. all i want it nutella, mac and cheese, and to ride Jongin into the sunset. lol. I’m sorry Chanyeolie, i promise i still love you.

(Annie my beaut, thank you for your help on this one. love you lots.)

there’s so much fluff in this i think I’m going to throw up.

word count: 1432, the universe hates me.

It’s early on a friday night when Jongin lets himself into your apartment.

“Babe!” he calls out as he closes and locks the door behind him.

He knows you’ve been writing a paper most of the day, so he’s come prepared with different snacks and iced coffee as a treat for your hard work. He figures that you must be too focused to answer him back, so he makes the kitchen his first stop to put away all the snacks. He then goes to your room, and when he steps in, he finds you typing furiously on your laptop with your glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.

“You know, if you’re not careful babe, your face will freeze like that,” he says, referring to the severe furrow of your brows and the frown upon your lips, or as you like to call it, your game face.

“It’s a good thing you’re already used to my resting bitch face then, isn’t it?” you smirk.

He laughs and comes over to where you’re sitting to wrap his arms around your shoulders. He gives your cheek a long kiss before he speaks again.

“How much longer, my love?”

You take one of your hands off the keyboard to stroke one of his arms lightly, giving him goosebumps.

“A lot, but it’s not due for another two weeks so I think it’s safe to call it a day. My back is sore from sitting like this all day, anyway.”

Gently, you pry his arms off your shoulders to give yourself the room to stretch your back. You moan rather loudly as you extend your arms and sigh contently as you hear your back pop.

“Let me just save this and then my full attention will be on you, okay?”

You turn to kiss him with your hand coming up to his face and your thumb stroking his cheek. He smiles when you two break away to leave you to it. After saving your work, you make your way to your bed, where Jongin is sitting cross-legged. He’s flicking through the channels on your TV. as you shuffle over to him on your knees. When you get close enough to sit behind him, you straddle his legs and wrap your arms around his torso. You trace a pattern of long kisses under his ear and run your fingers up and down his back soothingly.

“Find anything good?”

He torques his body oddly towards you to give you a full kiss, then turns back to the TV.

“Nothing, not even Adventure Time or that show where they make those big ass tree houses.”

“Dang,” you huff, “I love that show.”

He lets out another sigh. “We should just watch a movie then…  or how ‘bout we marathon something? We haven’t done that in a while, oh and I brought snacks, too,” Jongin adds as an afterthought.

“Babe, you spoil me. First you shower me with cute texts all day and then you bring me food? What did I do to deserve this?” you swoon, giggling into his ear and making him curl away from the tickle of your breath.

“I need to give you incentive to blow me somehow,” he says with a smugass grin, “you give great head.”

“Kim Jongin, you are an asshole!” you laugh out loud, playfully swatting at him with one of your pillows.

He laughs obnoxiously as you wrestle him down until you’re straddling his hips. Eventually, you both calm down and he intertwines your fingers with his just enjoying your proximity.

“You need to stop hanging out with Taemin, he’s turned you into a pervert,” you joke.

“You love it, don’t lie babe,” He chuckles out with a giant shit eating grin painted on his face, “and you need to stop hanging out with Joonmyeon hyung, his bad humor is rubbing off on you,” he adds while playing with your fingers.

“Oh! Speaking of mama Joon, he told me another joke, wanna hear it?”

Jongin knows it’s gonna be a bad one, but the smile your face is so wide he can’t bare to break your heart, so he nods his head.

“Okay. What do you call a cow with no legs?”

Jongin thinks it over, but he can’t find an answer.

“I don’t know, what?”

“Ground beef!” you laugh out and it makes your eyes sparkle and crinkle the way they do whenever you’re happiest, and it’s probably why Jongin can’t help but break into a smile after groaning at this silliness, this weightlessness that surrounds him when he’s with you.

“That’s it! No more hanging out with him, that was the worst one yet!”

You’re laughing so hard that you start crying and it gives Jongin the distraction he needs to flip you onto your back, keeping himself between your legs to lay his head on your chest. After a few minutes, you finally start to breathe easy.

Jongin lifts his head and smiles at you.

“Have you quite finished baby?”

You smile and nod at him. “If I stop, can I wear your sweater?”

Rather than speaking, he pulls away from you to sit back and pull your shirt over your head. He helps you to sit upright, then takes the sweater he’s wearing off and slips it onto you.

“Since you have left me bare chested,” he pauses to point at his shirtless torso, his ridiculous eight pack of full display, “after snacks, you are required to cuddle me. Otherwise I’ll get cold.”

You kiss him whispering, okay, and before you can get up to walk on your own,Jongin grabs you by the thighs to wrap them around his torso and carries you into the kitchen, only letting you go to set you on the counter. He orders you to stay put with a warning point of his index finger and a squint in his eyes as he pulls out the iced coffee and snacks he’d brought. Jongin goes as far as to feed you, laughing when you playfully bite at his fingers. After your snacks and coffee, you pull him by the shoulders to wrap your arms around them, your legs wrapping around his torso again. You exchange long lazy kisses running your fingers through his hair as he runs his own up the back of his sweater you’re clothed in.

“I love you,” you whisper into a kiss.

“I love you more,” he whispers back.

You peck him again and pull back to look at him. You move his hair away from the front of his face then take a second to admire him fully. His lips are slightly swollen from all your kisses, his long torso is beautifully tanned, his sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips, his muscular arms holding you securely …

“I just want to kiss you and hold your hand and cuddle you and love you every way possible Jongin. Baby, I adore you”

Your cheeks go pink and you bury your face into his neck to hide.

“I’m so in love with you it’s gross. Look what you’ve done to me.”

“Babe, you’re so adorable …” He pulls you away to hold your face in his hands. “I’m so in love with you it hurts. I just want to smother you with affection and hold you and kiss you and I want us to be one of those cheesy couples that you see in the movies. Look at what you’ve done to me.”

He brings you in close to hold you tightly before he continues.

“We better stop pouring our hearts out before we start crying,” it’s meant to break the moment, what he’s saying, but it doesn’t. It’s more of a pause, an intermission. ”Let’s go binge watch Tokyo Ghoul and cuddle.”

He moves to give you room to hop down off the counter then intertwines his fingers with yours as you two make your way back.

“Can I be the big spoon?” You ask as you stop him to go up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

He holds your face with his free hand and hums into the kiss then decides it’s not good enough for him, so he pulls you in by the waist instead. His other hand lets go of your own in favor of your waist, too, before he peppers your face with kisses.

“If-that-will-make-you-happiest-my-love” he says in between pecks.

After a few more kisses you two continue on your path back to your room to watch anime and cuddle, that is until you fall asleep and end up kicking him off the bed.

the place between places  (1/?)

these days I’m drawing all my inspiration from gif sets and mood boards y’all

all the credit for this goes to @southsidestory​ who created this beauty

This is how she meets him:

She’s on a ship. It is small and crowded and dingy nothing like the Imperial ship that brought her and Papa to Eadu years and years ago (Jyn could tell you the exact count in standard days, in invisible tally marks lining the backs of her eyelids where she can still see her mother crumbling into the reedy grass on Lah’mu). There are rebel soldiers aboard, the ones who rescued her before the facility went up in smoke and fire but none of them have spoken a word since Jyn went quiet.

She’s on a ship and Papa is dead.

Jyn stares down at her lap, clasps her hands over the still soaked knees of her skirt. Krennic had requested she dress herself appropriately for the event, because he still delights in this game, in reminding her and Papa of all the ways he controls them. There’s a tear in it now, waterlogged and soot-stained, and the part of Jyn that’s always looked for ways to be a nuisance to him is pleased to see it, to think of credits wasted, his facility in ruins before he could announce whatever victory he had to lord over them.

She’s free and Papa is dead.

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Home Invasion

Part 1

Modern AU where Mor and Feyre are roommates. Mor neglects to tell Feyre that her cousin Rhysand will be crashing at their place for a few days while he visits some friends in town. Rhysand stumbles in slightly buzzed and Feyre thinks he’s a burglar.

Word Count: 1,279


Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9.


It was late, really late. A slight groan escapes my lips.


The time flashes across the screen of my phone. God I want finals to be over. I want to be able to get more than four hours of sleep in a night. But most of all I wanted to get out of these goddamn jeans.

I forgot I was wearing them, hours upon hours of studying will do that to you. I rise from the chair at my desk, pausing to stretch out my stiff limbs and rub my eyes. I had been staring at my laptop typing for almost 4 hours now.

I head for my closet pulling out the most comfortable pair of leggings I could find. Then in one swift motion I unclasp my bra and pull it off. I strip off my blouse and exchange it for a worn The 1975 tee shirt that was two sizes too big. It was one of my most favorite shirts to wear around the apartment.

I slip on a pair of mismatched fuzzy socks and then drag myself into the kitchen. I still had to finish my paper and start drafting my final project for my honors art class.

I scrub at my face, wanting nothing more than sleep as I throw a pot of water on the stove for tea.

It was ungodly late, I was normally curled under my blankets by now. Unlike Mor, who was probably at Rita’s dancing her heart out. I envied her in every way that another student would envy a dance major. They didn’t really have finals, which was completely unfair.

I head back into my room to grab my phone.

When will you be home? I text Mor.

She texts back almost instantly. Soon, but Az and I are probably gonna go get some coffee. Poor guy drank too much and I am not leaving my bf with a hangover the day before finals.

I sigh inwardly. Of course she was with Azriel. He was practically stealing her from me at this point. I never see her anymore which was kind of upsetting since we lived—

My head snaps up as I hear the front door open. No way was Mor home yet. She would have told me if she was just outside.

I hear the person who just walked into our dark apartment probably stumble across the rug we laid by the door. The grunt was followed by a very masculine “Shit.”

Shit was right. Who the hell was that? And why was he in our apartment? I creep out of my room with caution. 

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Band romance.

Idol: Yeri.(Red velvet)

Prompt: can you do a yeri (red velvet) gxg romance one shot where you are a bassist on a band and she is one of your fans? ty ^^

Warnings: None?

A/N: When you run out of title ideas ^^^. Also I am musically talentless and have absolutely no idea how bands work (ples spare me).

Writer: Admin Kitty.

Originally posted by yeriprotectionsquad

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itsnotgayifitsinspace  asked:

I know with your soulmate au question it was meant to be serious but now all I can think of is an aggressive concealer war between people with different skin tones

this is actually exactly the kind of thing i was thinking about

like, while covering up person A’s concealer on their own face, person B spreads it too far so it appears on the edges of person A’s face. so person A retaliates. as does person B. for a while, they just wear concealer from their hairline to their collar.

and then it gets ridiculous. they go out of their way to put concealer on places the other won’t notice so one of A’s friend’s is like “uh why is there a pale spot on the back of your neck” and A just goes “god DAMMIT”

one time, person A intentionally wakes up super early and just. fuckign coats themselves in concealer. person B just has to spend the day looking like they had a spray-tan mishap.

both of them loose hundreds of dollars to the makeup industry. it’s amazing.